#this set happened because i'm actually making an angstier set and i liked the colouring plus the other set will take me longer

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For something silly and sweet how about a candybats thing where kevin and streber’s friends talk about the reasons why he’s not allowed to cook

Such as setting water in fire

With streber sulking the whole time

Here you go. It's really short but I hope it's okay. I kinda went a little angstier than maybe was necessary but ye. Also I did indeed include Robin, Radford's sister as a new addition to the friend group because she looks like she's their age and I thought it'd be cool.

Streber frowns at the back of Kevin's floofy head, his arms crossed but going unnoticed as Kevin continues to talk.

"Yeah, so he's not allowed in the kitchen to cook. Too much of a hazard. Which is surprising considering how skilled of a baker he is." Is it a compliment? A backhanded one? Streber isn't sure.

"What? Did he set something on fire or something?" Robin asks, resting her chin in her hand on the island counter, a bemused smirk always present on her laid back face.

"Yeah, kinda." Kevin chuckles, no doubt remembering one of the more lasting incidents with rose-coloured amusement. "He actually managed to set a pot of water on fire. Not sure how."

"Pfft!—sorry—ahem, did he really?" Radford snorts and it's obnoxious and Streber turns his frown onto him now.

Kevin laughs with Radford, nodding his head. "Yeah. Wasn't funny at the time. Thought our kitchen was done for." He keeps laughing, the others all joining in, none seeming to notice Streber's lack of participation.

"That's not all, right?" Rick urges with a sip of his beer, starting a trend that both Radford and Robin follow through on.

Kevin shakes his head. "No, no. That's not all. There was also the time he almost chopped his fingers off with our sharpest knife." It doesn't sound funny and Kevin doesn't even tell it in a funny voice yet he's elicited chuckles and quiet laughs from all three of his listeners.

Streber inches himself further and further into the couch corner, his arms tightening around himself with no aid provided.

"But he can bake?" Radford asks incredulously. Of course it's a little hard to believe that Streber has any competence in the kitchen after Kevin's just expertly tarnished his reputation.

"Oh yeah, brilliantly. You guy's have had his stuff. It's amazing." Oh look, he's trying to salvage the situation. It's not going to work, Kevin, it's too late, you're on the couch tonight.

There's a pondering moment around the family room, both Rick and Robin taking a sip of their beers, Radford reaching for a chip on the coffee table.

"That's true. He does make a mean cake. That's so surprising, that he can bake, but is abysmal at cooking." Radford says it like Streber isn't right fucking there listening to everything they're saying. Did they all forget he's still in the room?

One more dig at his cooking skills and he's going home.

~

He did indeed go home. With Kevin trailing at his heels, apologising like he's not already exiled to the couch for the night.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have started a roast fest like that, it just sorta happened—hey—Streb?" He's not deterred by Streber's silent treatment. "I'm sorry, I swear. I won't bring it up ever again. I promise."

Streber just lifts his hand and flips Kevin off while he walks up the driveway.

He unlocks the door and part of him is tempted to close it right in Kevin's face, but that feels too mean, so he doesn't. Instead, he takes off his shoes and jacket and marches right upstairs to the bedroom.

Kevin follows him, his jacket still half on and tries to get into the room but Streber stops him, holding the door. "Couch," he says and it's not a request, it's not a suggestion, it's an order. Kevin's not getting into that bed tonight no matter what he tries.

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